Trapped by a Mysterious Man in an Elevator

After midnight, Emily released her body from Henry Crawford's embrace. The man always pushed himself to his limits when making love to her. Emily felt that Henry would not wake up until morning, when the sun was high in the sky.

She cleaned herself under the shower and tidied up her makeup so she wouldn't look too disheveled and cause people she passed to judge her harshly. 

When Emily felt she was presentable, she left Henry Crawford's penthouse and took a hotel taxi back to her own apartment.

The hotel elevator began ascending from the lobby floor, with the numbers on the elevator buttons increasing. She was on the 50th floor, and it felt like a long wait for the elevator to arrive.

Finally, the number 50 appeared. Emily prepared to enter the elevator and found herself face to face with a man she considered above average in looks. The man wasn't getting off at the 50th floor but was getting off with her.

"Just getting back?" the man asked in a deep, slightly raspy voice, startling Emily because she hadn’t expected him to speak. They didn’t know each other.  

"Yes," Emily replied briefly, glancing at the mysterious man with a brief smile before turning her face to look at the floor indicator in the elevator.  

Suddenly, Emily’s vision darkened.

***

Rayden Zinedine Dabusche finished his overtime work that night at the port with his crew. The last shipment of illegal firearms this month was an order from his business partner in Russia. The profit reached 500% in a single transaction.

"Guys, I'm heading home first. Don't leave any traces; make sure the shipment is handled properly," Rayden ordered before bidding farewell and heading back to his penthouse in the heart of Chicago.

"Got it, Boss. Don't worry," replied Ramon da Costa, his trusted associate.

The man then got into his black Lamborghini, as dark as the night, and drove toward his resting place.

It was past midnight, and his body felt a bit tired. He quickly took the elevator to the top floor of the condotel, the 50th floor. He couldn't wait for the floor number to slowly move from 1 to finally reach there.

The door opened, and a stunningly beautiful woman with a slender figure entered the elevator and stood beside him. The fatigue in his body vanished instantly; he didn’t get off at the 50th floor. He followed the woman down, as it seemed she was heading to the lobby. 

“Is that woman a high-class prostitute?” Rayden thought to himself. A woman that beautiful wandering around the condotel in the dead of night. Ah, good... she’ll add to that woman’s income tonight.

He struck the back of her neck with a single blow at the exact spot. Then he caught her unconscious, swaying body in his arms. Soft, warm, and fragrant, tempting his imagination.

Rayden pressed the 50 button again and the elevator rose after reaching the lobby floor. Rayden promised himself that he would pay the woman tomorrow morning when she woke up.

He thought for a moment, wondering if this female client from a few hours earlier was Senator Gordon Crawford's son. There were only two penthouses on the 50th floor, his and the man's. "Whatever," he finally decided.

When the elevator doors opened, he carried the slender woman’s body and brought her small handbag. The red dress she wore was open, revealing her smooth caramel-colored thighs and the rounded cleavage on both sides, which sent Rayden’s desire into a frenzy because of her beauty.

After scanning his retina on the detector next to the penthouse door, Rayden pushed the door open with his body and slowly kicked it shut with his foot.

Slowly, Rayden laid the woman in the red dress on his king-size bed. He removed all his clothes, tossing his jacket, shirt, and underwear carelessly onto the floor.

After that, he climbed onto the bed, observing the woman’s face and slender body. He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more.

"Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips.

"Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress.

The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

"Ma Chèrie amor!" Rayden murmured in his native language. He traced her neck and marked it with a strong suck that left a deep red mark. The intoxicating scent of vanilla and jasmine filled his senses. 

His hands gently caressed her bare body, teasingly making her body move slowly. Her eyes slowly opened, her hazel-colored eyes so beautiful under the thick lashes, gazing at him.

"Hi, Beautiful!" Rayden greeted her with a smile on his handsome face, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

"Oh, my head is spinning," Emily complained, realizing her body was naked, with a stranger on top of her. 'I want to go home, I don't know this man ... like the one in the elevator earlier?' Emily thought quickly.

When the man sucked on her twin peaks, Emily rebelled. "Damn it! You bastard! What are you doing to me?" she cursed as she asked.

Rayden laughed loudly when he heard the woman cursing him harshly. "Oohh, it's better for you to be unconscious than conscious. Do I need to knock you out again? Haahh!?" 

"Are you threatening me? Let me go now! Get off me!" Emily snapped harshly.

Rayden laughed at her; he loved how the intense emotions erupted in her hazel eyes, so beautiful yet so arousing. He loved it.

"I get what I want, you know, Bitch! A wonderful bitch, so arousing. Serve me like the man across from my penthouse. How much does he pay you? I'll pay you two or three times that, but satisfy me first tonight," Rayden said, his desire reaching its peak.

"Bastard! I don't need your money, you crazy bastard!" Emily cursed again while trying to push the muscular man off her body.

Rayden grabbed Emily's wrists and held them on either side of her head. "Be quiet and enjoy our game..." Rayden said, ignoring Emily's protests.

He then pushed Emily's thighs apart and quickly joined their bodies. He thrust his hips hard and fast, filling Emily's body with explosive passion. He bit her lips as she continued to scream, silencing her with a hot kiss.

Emily's body betrayed her mind. The man took her to the peak of pleasure in a primal, wild, and brutal way, making her surrender to be possessed and conquered. 'Who is this damn bastard?' Emily thought between her moans and groans.

"I know you'll surrender because you'll be my conquered woman forever. Beautiful, what's your name?" Rayden said triumphantly.  

"Emily Rosalyn Carter, have you ever heard my name somewhere in Chicago, Sir?" Emily replied calmly, causing the man's pupils to widen as he stared at her.  

"Is she the female prosecutor?" Rayden thought, feeling as though a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.